#alright. what can my takeaways be?

[methylphenidatedreams]

In my dream last night there was this collection of old comic books and they were like super old fashioned and yellowing and they were about a version of Jason who had first become robin while living in this orphanage/boarding school/academy. He had a few misadventures before meeting Batman, including one where he saved a baby Waylon Jones, and another where he got in trouble but managed to escape but not before Dick heard of it so then Jason had to go BACK and save him because they were both having a ‘I need to save the civilian’ moment. I should have noticed it was a dream because it had a 70s era Dick in the same comic as a Jason who I wouldn’t be surprised if he came from the Golden Age, but the real anachronism was that Batgirl Steph drawn in the 2000s BoP style appeared and she was like time traveling I guess? And then I also had comics about Red Hood Jason helping out Steph and like putting a blanket over her when she went to bed and no actually the weird thing that should have woken me up was that I was showing these things to actual Robin Jason from the 80s and he was not surprised that he was a comic book character he was just nodding along as a showed him.

[argonphoenix]

This is Thelockpickinglaywer and what I have for you today is something very interesting. As you can tell by the agonizing screams of the damned, I have recently left the mortal coil and, upon arriving at my destination, was informed that I did not qualify for residence. I was taken by an angel of the Lord to the mouth of Hell, and when the angel left, he closed this rather large red door and sealed it with a divine key. Although I’ve never seen this particular model of lock before, I’ve spent some time investigating the cylinder with this small shard of bone. By sticking it in the back of the keyway and slowly pulling it out, I can tell that this is a five-pin tumbler lock, that can easily be single-pin picked using this shed demon scale as a tensioner tool. Let’s try that right now. Alright, nothing on one. Nothing on two. Three is binding firmly, click out of that. Nothing on four. Five is binding, little click there, back to one. Once again, nothing. Two is binding, and we’ve dropped into a false set. Little click out of three. Nothing on four. Little click on one, counter-rotation on two, and we got this open. Okay folks, I think the main takeaway here is that no matter how much faith you place in a mechanism designed to ensure your safety, be it spiritual or physical, there is always a state in which it can fail. In any case, thank you for watching. Memento mori, and I’ll see you next time.

[moonstruckme]

hi lovely!! if you're comfortable writing something like this, could I maybe request poly!marauders where reader who is normally very independent but gets submissive at times, but not in a sexual way? like she just gets overwhelmed and wants the boys to be in charge for a while, but maybe the relationship is still new and she feels too needy and can't bring herself to tell them and eventually they realize?

again, no worries if you're not comfortable writing this, just thought I'd ask <3

Thank you for requesting gorgeous !

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

“This is deeply, atrociously unjust,” Sirius says as James sits down in front of you, him on the floor and you on the couch. He’s wet and fresh-smelling from the shower. “You never let me do your hair.” 

“Because you always act like you’re trying to tear it out as some sort of twisted revenge plot,” says James, passing you a brush and the curl cream you and Sirius had found for him. Normally, you adore this routine, the chance to run your fingers through James’ hair and the way his eyes close blissfully while you do it. You love to pamper him. But tonight you’re not really in the mood. You do it because he expects you to, coating his curls in product with your usual tenderness but wishing you were on the receiving end of it instead. “She’s got the touch of an angel.” 

Sirius crosses his arms. He’s leaned against the side of the couch, leering over you like a vulture. Remus is reading in the armchair, and though he’s pretending to ignore all of you, the corner of his mouth tilts up. 

“Beauty is pain,” Sirius grouses.

“We should start a hair train,” James decides. “She’ll do mine, you can do hers, Remus will do yours, and I’ll do his.” 

Sirius seems to be considering this. You lean down towards James’ ear. “You’re throwing me to the wolves,” you stage-whisper. 

“It’s you or me, sweetheart.” 

Actually, the idea of Sirius playing with your hair—even at the risk of losing a good amount of it—doesn’t sound so awful. 

“I can get in the shower right now,” you offer, only half joking. 

Sirius lets a grin slip loose, sitting next to you to plant a smacker on your cheek. “Thank you, darling, but that’s alright. You shouldn’t have to atone for his mistakes.” 

You return his smile, doing your best to bury your disappointment.

“I didn’t consent to the hair train either,” Remus says without looking up from his book. “There’s a reason James doesn’t do his own hair.” 

“Oi,” James objects. “I’ve got admirers fighting over the opportunity to do my hair, why would I do it myself?” 

Remus marks his page, flipping the book closed. “What are we having for dinner?” he asks. 

“I don’t know, but I’m famished.” James doesn’t miss a beat, latching onto the new topic eagerly. “We could order takeaway?” 

“Or just cut out the middleman and go out,” Sirius says. “Unless someone feels like cooking? Which I don’t.” 

“We know,” Remus teases. “I don’t either, not tonight.” 

“I could if I needed to,” James says, “but I’m alright with whatever gets food in me the fastest.” 

They all look to you. “I don’t much feel like cooking,” you add your piece. Your voice comes out quieter than you’d intended.

“Alright,” Remus says. “Then let’s not cook tonight. What do you want to do, love? Go out or stay in?” 

You comb the brush slowly through James’ hair, twisting to define his curls. “I don’t know,” you say. 

Sirius turns to you, frowning. “Come on, baby.” He bumps your shoulder lightly with his. “What do you feel like having?” 

“I don’t know.” You try not to sigh. “Um, can you pick?”

You don’t look up from the top of James’ head, but you can feel them exchanging looks. They’ve all been a little extra gentle with you lately. They know you’re dealing with a lot. Anytime you try to tally it all up and make sense of it in your head, you start feeling like you could cry. Your exhaustion has sunk so deeply within you that it’s seeped into your bloodstream. You think by now there’s got to be traces of it in the marrow of your bones. 

“Hey,” Sirius says softly. “Look at me.” 

You do, pausing with the brush held aloft over James’ head. He’s got his eyebrows drawn together like he’s trying to figure you out. “I’m sorry,” you say. It’s not your boyfriends’ faults that you’re feeling overwhelmed; you don’t mean to drag them down with you. 

“What for, sweetness?” He sets a hand on your thigh, rings biting into your skin as he gives the flesh a loving squeeze. “Just tell us what you need.” 

You try to give him a smile. You really do love him. “I want…I don’t know, I guess I’m just tired. I want to not think for a little while.” 

Sirius’ eyebrows come up a bit in the middle, and James turns around from below you. 

“Aw, sweetheart.” His tone is as gooey and sweet as raw honey. “Do you just want us to take care of you, angel?” He sets his hands on your knees, pushing himself up to kiss your chin. “You should’ve said something.” 

“We can stay in,” Remus suggests whilst James worms his way underneath you, getting you in his lap. “Order takeaway from that Thai place you like.” 

“That sounds nice,” you say meekly, face growing warm. James presses rapid-fire kisses to your cheek. One-two-three. 

“You wanna have a shower, baby?” Sirius asks you. He looks heart-wrenchingly concerned. It’s not like you to want to give away control like this. “I could do your hair when you get out.” 

“Don’t do it,” James cautions you. “He steals our hair to make tiny dolls of us, I’m sure of it.” 

Sirius sends him a withering look. “I’ll be gentle.” 

“I’d like that,” you tell Sirius, and he softens. 

“Yeah?” He brushes a piece of hair away from your face and presses his hand to your cheek. Squishy fond. “Okay, baby, we’ll pamper you to hell and back.” 

“I’m going to find the menu for takeaway,” Remus says, prying himself up from his chair. 

“James,” Sirius says, not particularly kindly, “you will have to let her go for her to shower.” 

“Never. Not on my life. Not at gunpoint.” You shrink as James makes his face at home in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, nose nudging at a ticklish spot. “She’s my darling sweetheart angel.” 

“She’s our darling sweetheart angel,” Remus corrects him from the kitchen. You think your face could melt titanium. 

“James, please,” you complain. “I’m never telling you all anything again.”

“Careful.” Sirius raises an eyebrow at you, mock stern. “That sounded dangerously close to a thought, and those won’t be allowed until at least tomorrow morning.”

[skaldish]

Alright folks. Here it is, my theory of what Ragnarok actually represents. It is very messy and I'm not sure I'm going to be able to actually convey my understanding clearly like I try with most things, because genuinely this is shit I would write a doctorate-level thesis on.

But we're going to try anyway.

So. After doing a lot to try to replicate animistic thinking, as well as taking a VERY deep read of the Norse myths, my theory is that Ragnarok is specifically allegory for societal collapse—the "end of the world" imagery and such is meant to convey what this feels like.

Recall what Odin says in Grimnismal. It goes something like this, since I can't be arsed to find the exact quote:

Huginn and Muninn fly over the world every day; while I fear Huginn ("thought") may not return, I fear Muninn's ("memory's") absence most.

When a society collapses, so does it's memory. It loses its technology, its methodologies, its paradigms, and everything it has learned about the world up to that point. Gone. Entire chapters of history erased.

What causes societal collapse is not always a conquering force, but is oftentimes the result of circumstances that a society orchestrates for itself. Think Rome.

People who have gone through societal collapse will probably develop an invested interest in figuring out how to prevent it entirely, so they don't have to start society all over again.

It's one thing to preserve the memory of "things collapsed and here's why" using a story. But it's another thing to do what apparently the Norse people did, which is cultivate a methodology for cognitively hardening their own society against collapse, using stories as a way to do it.

Like...I'm not kidding when I say they legitimately knew how the human mind works, and then built an entire system of stories and narratives that intentionally support the mind's freedom, cultivation, and agency. I can only convey a fraction of how this works in this post because the rest requires a deep-dive into behavioral psychology and neurological development.

All the tales leading to Ragnarok demonstrate various instances where the gods choose to follow their own agendas at the expense of the real people and forces in the world. All of these little things contribute to the magnitude of the event that is Ragnarok.

The tales represent these transgressions using allegories rather than literal events. This is because these stories were designed for children, who don't process information through a prefrontal cortex like we do as adults. They don't have them yet. But this gives kids an intuitive understanding for how circumstances of collapse feel, so they can recognize them in all their forms.

Loki is an allegory for the mischief we feel as children, and for the behaviors we demonstrate before we get to the age where we start valuing cooperation. In the myths, every time Loki causes mischief in ways that creates problems, the gods get mad at him and threaten Loki's life until he fixes his mess. Loki eventually becomes vindictive, kills Baldr in a jealous fit, and then is punished by being bound and buried beneath the ground, only to fight against the gods in Ragnarok.

The surface-level takeaway is a lesson in parenting: If we punish kids for their mischief, they're going to become vindictive adults, and these adults are going to have it out for the rest of society because they've been disenfranchised.

But it doesn't just end here. Consider how we punish ourselves for our own sense of mischief, beating ourselves up for having "problematic" thoughts and trying to bind and bury those thoughts in the depths of our mind.

These thoughts come from a place our mind known as the limbic system, which is focused on avoiding pain and seeking pleasure, and—most importantly—does not understand the world or make decisions using logic and reason, but in terms of what feels enjoyable and what doesn't.

We tend to call this system our inner child.

When we punish our inner child, that child starts doing exactly what Loki does and resorts to malicious and petty tricks. We can hold this behavior at bay until something causes us to "snap" (like Jörmungandr's tail does) and out comes the malice of the disenfranchised inner child, which creates a terrible cascade of social consequences for us.

Now, if we were to listen to these stories as kids, we would naturally be very upset whenever Loki was threatened of punished, because we think out of the limbic system at that age and Loki is meant to represent us—specifically, the state of being a kid. We would see what comes to pass, with Loki being imprisoned and fighting the gods against Ragnarok, and it would become clear to us that there's consequences for punishing mischief AND also causing too much of it.

Now I don't know about you, but I was very motivated by a sense of justice as a kid. Hearing Loki's arc would have inspired me to learn how to be friends with my sense of mischief while also learning to use it in ways that were cooperative and social, because this would have been how I could right the wrong I felt was done to Loki. It would also mean my own limbic system will not fight against me in the future, but be a modality of thought I can always access. (This is the beauty of the way the Norse myths are crafted; they are designed to instill knowledge of the world using mechanisms that reinforce one's own sense of agency and competency, so rather than being told the moral of this tale, it sets me up to run right into the conclusion it wants me to draw, but in a way that makes me feel smart and therefore inspires me to value it.)

The binding of Fenrir serves a similar allegory. When we become explosively angry in the way that Fenrir represents, it consumes our wisemind the same way Fenrir consumes Odin during Ragnarok. But this only happens if we bind Fenrir/our anger. By demonizing this nature of ours simply for existing, it will not only refuse to listen to us, but also turn against us. Remember that Fenrir was willing to socialize and cooperate with the gods before his betrayal.

(Honestly, I believe this is why ulfheiðnar existed the way they did. Even though the animalistic rage of ulfheiðnar was too terrible for domestic society, it was not demonized, but instead given a social function. People would learn to understand and partner with their own sense of rage, and I'm guessing this is also how they were able to keep their sense of reason and priorities straight even while going berserk from psychoactives.)

These two examples serve to illustrate how societal collapse stems from binding or punishing our own natures. But also fearing our own nature as mortals factors into it.

For example, Naglfar. This is a ship constructed of dead people's fingernails, and its completion is part of what signals the beginning of Ragnarok. But as the story goes, we can delay Naglfar's construction by trimming the nails of the dead before we bury them.

Naglfar represents "neglect for the dead," and this is significant because the act of no longer viewing the dead as people is sort of like the canary in the coal mine for no longer view each other as people...and no longer seeing people as people is what defines Ragnarok.

A society is at peace when its people have no fear of death, and having no fear of death comes only by incorporating death as a normal and familiar part of life, just like we do with birth. Our relationship with death is a litmus test for our relationship with our own humanity—if we fear the dead and cannot see them as human beings, then we are always going to fear a part of our own humanity, and be at war with it. The simple act of keeping the nails of the dead well-groomed because it stalls Naglfar's construction was a way to remind people why such a simple act was profoundly important.

And these are just the things that I can think of off the top of my head that are the most obvious examples. There are—and I shit you not—multitudes of these things laced within the Norse myths.

(I haven't even gotten to the part about how the Norse creation myth uses what the womb feels like to characterize it. Telling this story to very little children helps them establish a sense of familiarity, belonging, and secure attachment with the entire world from the get-go. If they learn the world is everything they've already experienced, then their bodies will never be afraid of it, because nothing about it will feel unknown or unknowable. Like, how fucking dope can you get.)

So here's where we get to the really dense irony of all this: Why we don't pick up on all these nuances as Westerners and have so far missed this entirely.

It is for two reasons.

The first is because our society values the things that the Norse people identified as contributing to societal collapse—namely, the act of conquering/competing against other forces and conquering/competing against our own natures. The transgressions of the Aesir are not things we register as problematic because to us they're normal.

The second is that we don't think animistically. The way we are taught to convey, interpret, and transmit information is designed PURELY by and for the prefrontal cortex, with neglect to everything else (if you ever wonder why Americans look weird in how we behave, this is why). But because we only prioritize communicating this way, we're missing out on all the context added within the Norse myths. These myths function the same way Old Norse kennings did, in that they are designed to speak to ALL areas of the brain at once and in tandem, but if we only engage with it using one part of the brain, we're only going to get a small piece of the picture and the rest is going to look weird.

(Little experiment for you: Try to logic something out in your mind or think through a complex problem without using words or sentences to do it. Use any other kind of thought-process besides language. I promise you that not only is this possible, but it yields a completely different kind of experience and conclusion than you might otherwise reach.)

Honestly, I don't even think Snorri himself fully understood what he was looking at when he was recording the Norse myths. I think he was just writing them down according to how they were told, word-for-word. But his cluelessness is our good fortune now, because he not only preserved the cultural stories, but also what I consider an entire cognitive technology.

And every time I look at it, I can't help but think about the generations of people who sat around the fire in the dead of winter, weaving, crafting, and figuring out better ways to fortify their society, raise kids so they became fine and truly fearless people, and conserve information. This is, as far as I'm concerned, real magic.

They knew some shit.

[p0orbaby]

Sinners | Sloth

summary: leah’s lazy day takes a turn

warnings: SMUT 18+, sub!leah? i don’t know what to put here anymore

a/n: the midway point, three more parts to go

word count: 1.7k

Lust | Gluttony | Envy | Greed | Wrath | Pride

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You hate stagnation.

You’re always doing something, always busy, always productive. If you’re not at work, you’re at the gym. If you’re not at the gym, you’re running errands, fixing things, organising every corner of your life like you’re preparing for a military inspection.

And then there’s Leah.

She’s the living embodiment of stale today. A sprawling heap of human on the sofa, wearing one of your old t-shirts that’s too big for her, and a pair of boxers she may or may not have stolen from your drawer. She hasn’t moved for hours, save for the occasional shift to grab the remote or to adjust the pillow that she’s squashing under her arm.

She’s watching something on Netflix, something she’s seen at least four times already because she knows all the words.

You glance at her from the kitchen, where you’ve been pretending to make dinner for the last twenty minutes. You’re pretending because you’ve already ordered a Chinese, but for some reason, you don’t want her to know that. Maybe it’s because you’re trying to convince yourself that you haven’t fully succumbed to this lazy day, that you’re still capable of doing something, anything productive.

“Do you even know what day it is?” you call out from the kitchen, hoping to jolt her into some semblance of awareness.

“Does it matter?” she calls back, her voice muffled by the blanket she’s partially buried under.

You open your mouth to argue, but then you catch sight of her. Her hair’s a mess, sticking out in random directions, and there’s a small spot of dribble on the corner of her mouth from when she dozed off earlier. She looks like a wreck, and it’s adorable, and suddenly you’re not sure if you want to disturb her at all.

“Leah,” you say, stepping into the living room with every intention of dragging her off the couch, if only to make her shower. But when you get closer, you see the look on her face. She’s content, truly content, in a way that makes you pause. You haven’t seen her like this in a while. She’s always on the go, always busy, always thinking about the next match, the next practice, the next thing she needs to perfect.

But right now, she’s just… still.

“I ordered takeaway,” you admit, because there’s no point in keeping up the charade anymore.

She just grins, her eyes half-closed. “You’ve joined the dark side”

“It’s not the dark side,” you argue, but it’s weak. You know it. She knows it.

“Come here,” she murmurs, shifting to make room for you on the couch.

You hesitate, because if you sit down, you’re not getting back up. You know that. But then Leah gives you that look, the one that’s half-plea, half-demand, and you’re powerless against it.

“Alright, but just for a minute,” you say, even though you’re lying and you both know it.

You sit down beside her, and she immediately curls into you, her head resting on your shoulder, her hand finding its way to your thigh. It’s lazy and unhurried, like everything else about this day, and you can feel the tension leaving your body as you settle into the couch.

“I think you’re a bad influence,” you say, but you don’t mean it. Not really.

“Probably,” she agrees, not bothering to argue.

You’re silent for a while, just listening to the sounds of the show she’s watching, some cheesy comedy that’s way too predictable but somehow perfect for a day like today.

“You know what would make this day better?” she asks after a while, her voice barely noticeable under the laugh track.

“What?”

“If you gave me a massage”

You laugh, but it’s a tired sound. “You want me to do all the work, huh?”

She nods against your shoulder. “I ran a lot yesterday. My legs are killing me”

You know you should say no. You should tell her to get up and stretch, or take a hot bath, or do literally anything that would require her to move. But instead, you find yourself agreeing.

“Fine,” you say, and you feel her grin against your shoulder.

You shift so she’s lying on her stomach, and you straddle her hips, your hands starting to work the knots out of her shoulders. She sighs, a deep, satisfied sound, and you feel a strange sense of accomplishment.

“This is the best decision you’ve made all day,” she mumbles, her voice muffled by the pillow.

“Glad I could contribute to your recovery,” you reply, but there’s no bite to it. You’re too relaxed, too comfortable, and the feel of her warm skin under your hands is too distracting.

You work your way down her back, your fingers pressing into the tight muscles along her spine, and Leah makes a sound that’s halfway between a moan and a groan. It sends a jolt of heat through you, and you pause for a second, wondering if she felt it too.

“Don’t stop,” she murmurs, her voice soft, almost drowsy.

You continue, but your hands aren’t as innocent as they were a moment ago. You’re touching her with more purpose now, your fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine, the swell of her hips. You’re not sure when it changed, when the touch went from comforting to something else, something more. But it has, and you can’t stop it now.

Leah shifts beneath you, and you can tell she feels it too. The air between you is thicker now, charged with something electric, something dangerous. You’re not sure if it’s the slowness of the day or the fact that you’ve both been pretending not to want this, but suddenly, you’re aching for her in a way that has nothing to do with relaxation.

“Leah,” you whisper, your hands stilling on her hips.

She turns her head to look at you, her eyes heavy-lidded but burning with something that’s definitely not weariness. “What?”

You don’t answer, because you’re too busy leaning down to press your lips to the back of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. She shivers under you, and you feel her arch her back, pressing her hips up into yours.

“What are you doing?” she asks, but it’s breathless, like she’s already decided to let you do whatever you want.

“Nothing,” you lie, your hands sliding under the hem of the t-shirt she’s wearing, pushing it up so you can feel more of her skin.

“Doesn’t feel like nothing,” she murmurs, her voice tight with anticipation.

You don’t respond, because you’re preoccupied by pulling the fabric over her head, tossing it aside. She’s completely bare beneath you now, and the sight of her, all soft curves and smooth skin, is enough to make your mouth go dry.

You run your hands down her sides, feeling the way her muscles tense under your touch. She’s so beautiful like this, lazy and relaxed but still wanting you, still needing you.

You lean down, pressing kisses along her spine, feeling the way she shivers under your lips. Your hands move to her hips, gripping them tightly as you kiss your way down to the small of her back.

“Turn over,” you murmur, your voice low and rough.

She obeys, rolling onto her back, her eyes locked on yours. There’s something dark and dangerous in her stare now, and it sends a thrill of excitement straight through you.

You lean down, capturing her lips in a slow, languid kiss that’s anything but tired. It’s full of heat and need, and you can feel her responding, her hands sliding up to grip your shoulders as she pulls you closer.

You take your time, kissing her slowly, teasingly, your hands exploring every inch of her body. She’s warm and soft beneath you, and you can’t get enough of the way she feels, the way she tastes.

Leah moans into your mouth, and you swallow the sound, your hands moving down to cup her breasts, your thumbs brushing over her nipples. She arches into your touch, her breath hitching, and you can feel the heat pooling low in your belly.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath.

You smile against her lips, because you know what she wants, but you’re not ready to give it to her just yet. You want to make her wait, make her beg for it, because there’s something intoxicating about having her like this, completely at your mercy.

You kiss your way down her body, taking your time, savoring every inch of her. She’s shuddering beneath you now, her breath coming in short, shallow pants, and you can feel her growing more and more desperate with every passing second.

When you finally reach her hips, you pause, looking up at her. Her eyes are dark with need, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and you can see the way her hands are fisting the blanket, like she’s trying to hold on to the last shred of her control.

“Please,” she whispers again, and this time there’s no mistaking the desperation in her voice.

You don’t make her wait any longer. You lower your head, your mouth finding her center, and the taste of her is enough to make your own breath hitch.

Leah moans, her back arching off the sofa as you start to move your tongue, slow and deliberate, teasing her just enough to drive her crazy.

“Fuck,” she breathes, her hands tangling in your hair as she tries to pull you closer.

You don’t let up, your mouth working her with a skill that comes from knowing exactly how to push her over the edge.

You know she’s close, but you don’t stop, don’t let up, until she’s crying out, her body convulsing under your touch as she comes apart in your arms.

When it’s over, she’s left gasping, her body limp and boneless, and you can’t help but feel a surge of pride at the sight of her like this, completely undone.

You crawl back up her body, lying beside her, your arms wrapping around her as she snuggles into your side.

“Relaxing enough for you?” you murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She laughs, a soft, contented sound, and you can feel the way her body relaxes against yours. “Yeah,” she says, her voice sleepy. “But I could do with a little more of that later”

You smile, pulling her closer. “Anytime”

[paddockletters]

broke but not broken | mason mount

pairing: mason mount x reader

summary: you prank Mason by saying you can't afford dinner.

I was scrolling through TikTok when I stumbled upon this brilliant prank: a girl telling her boyfriend she couldn’t take him out to dinner because she didn’t have any money. I couldn’t resist. Mason was such a sweetheart, and watching his confusion unfold would be comedy gold.

As we hopped into the car, both of us dressed to impress for our dinner date, I decided it was time to unleash my plan.

I leaned over and started recording, wanting to capture every moment. I took a deep breath and turned to him, my expression serious.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

“Mase, we need to talk.”

He glanced at me, his brow furrowing with concern. “You alright?”

I maintained my serious face.

“I can’t take you out to dinner tonight. I don’t have any money.”

His eyes widened, clearly bewildered.

“What do you mean? I always pay!”

“Yeah, well, not this time. So… we can’t go out,” I said, trying my best to keep a straight face.

“Wait, when did you ever pay?” He sounded genuinely confused, which made it harder for me not to laugh.

“Just today, I guess? I’ve got a strict budget,” I replied, feigning seriousness.

Mason leaned back in his seat, looking like I’d just told him the world was ending.

“You can’t be serious! Use my card! That’s why I work, yeah?”

I smirked, loving the way he was trying to reason with me. “But what if I don’t want to?”

“Are you joking? You’re leaving me like this?” He gestured to himself, all dressed up. “I’m ready to go, and you’re telling me we’re just… not?”

“Oh, absolutely. Welcome to my world!” I said, trying to suppress my laughter.

He shook his head, a mixture of confusion and concern on his face.

“But I don’t get it! You’ve got money somewhere, don’t you? I’m not asking you to pay! I want to take you out!”

I could hardly contain myself, watching his expressions shift from disbelief to sheer desperation.

“Mason, you’re not listening. I simply can’t afford it today. Maybe we can just grab a takeaway?”

His eyes widened even more.

“Takeaway? Is that what you want? I’m not having a night in with just microwave noodles!”

“Why not? They’re delicious!” I shot back, enjoying the banter.

He leaned forward, looking like he was trying to solve a complex puzzle. “No, seriously! When did you suddenly decide not to pay? This is all so weird! What’s going on?”

“Look, I just don’t feel like going out,” I said, trying to stifle my laughter. “Can’t we just order something in?”

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated.

“But I’m all dressed up! You can’t just bail on me like this!”

“Maybe I just wanted to surprise you with a cozy night at home?” I teased.

“Surprise? You’re killing me here!” he replied, his voice a mix of amusement and genuine concern. “I was looking forward to dinner!”

“This is pure gold, Mason! The world needs to see your reaction.”

“Great, can’t wait for everyone to see how you’re torturing me,” he said, crossing his arms dramatically.

I giggled as I watched him try to process the whole situation.

"But really, what if I’m saving my money for a surprise?”

“A surprise that leaves me starving?” he quipped, rolling his eyes but still trying to hide his smile.

“Exactly! Now you’re getting it!” I shot back, barely able to contain my laughter.

He paused, tilting his head as if he were figuring out a riddle.

“Look, just take my card! I don’t care about the money. I’m more worried about being hungry in a minute!”

“You’re so sweet,” I said, laughing at how genuinely concerned he sounded. “But no dinner means more time to cuddle on the sofa, right?”

“Now you’re just teasing me!” he exclaimed, half-laughing, half-dying inside. “This isn’t fair. I’m not leaving without food!”

“Too bad! You’re stuck with me and some instant noodles,” I replied, loving every moment of his confusion.

Finally, I relented, unable to keep the prank going any longer.

“Alright, alright! It was a prank! I saw it on TikTok!”

His expression shifted from confusion to relief, and then to mock annoyance. “You little bugger! I thought I’d have to starve!”

“I couldn’t help it! Your reactions were too good!” I said, still laughing as I stopped the recording.

Days before posting the video i have to say... it was a hit. I was on the couch with Mason next to me, and I started reading the comments as they rolled in.

“Why is Mason so confused?”

“Love this couple!”

“Mason’s reactions are the best!”

“LOL, he’s so sweet for offering to pay!”

"Mason was so offended istg "

I turned to Mason, who was shaking his head with a grin. “You know, I might just get you back for this.”

“Oh, I’m ready for whatever you’ve got! Just know, I’ll always be one step ahead,” I replied, feeling the warmth of our playful banter.

He smirked. “Next time, I’m the one pulling a prank! Just you wait.”

“Bring it on, Mount!” I laughed, excitement bubbling up inside me. This was just the beginning of our fun adventures, and I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store next.

[livin4woso]

Acrylics (alessia russo x reader)

Summary- It's finally off-season, and alessia wants you to come on holiday with her. However, due to your job being demanding work, you're a bit hesitant about going. But alessia knows how to get what she wants, and all she needs is acrylics to turn you to putty.

"Please come with me the girls haven't seen you since the nations leauge and ive missed spending time with you" alessia begs you as you stand in the kitchen helping her cook "you know i would less but im not sure i can even get the time off because we are short Staffed" you replied.

Its not as if you were trying too avoid the holiday you would have jumped at the chance immediately however your job as a firefighter meant it was much harder to get time off works and your station was understaffed so leaving them one man shorter wasn't going to help your co workers or the community.

However, alessia knew how stubborn you were for the dedication you had to your job, but she knew exactly how to get her way. The next day, she went to go get her nails done as now she could have nails without the risk of them being ripped off or accidentally hurting another player when playing. Unlike normal, she got her nails a little bit longer as if you weren't gonna say yes to her holiday wide awake. She knew you would with a bit of bribery.

It was around 6pm when you came crashing into the house, dumping your bag by the door. "Hi love, how was work?" Alessia asked from the couch. "It was alright, but it's so busy with the amount of calls we've been getting, so im not in the mood to do anything tonight," you replied, walking in and pecking her on the lips. "Well, why don't you shower, and then we can cuddle on the couch, and I'll order us a takeaway?" she replied, smiling at you. "Yeah, that sounds good" you replied.

You returned to the couch in a pair of grey sweats and alessias arsenal hoddie that she swore you looked better in. "Come here love" she said love laced through her tone and she didnt have to tell you twice as you dropped yourself right next to her on your L shaped sofa your head in her lap as she put on netflix. However, unlike normal, you just couldn't relax as tension radiated through your body due to being so overworked. Alessia knew you needed this break as much as she did, but she didn't want to push you.

She began by gently scratching your scalp and carding her fingers through your hair, and it was if a switch was flicked, your body began to relax into her touch, which is when she sprung the question on you "so love i was just wondering if you would come to ibiza with me.. it would only be for a week and it would be good for you" she started still massaging your scalp "mhm i dont know lessi i really want too but its whether they'll give me time off" you say eyes slowly dropping as sleep consumed you.

"Why dont you call them now and just ask if they say no, then it would save us trying to book later again if you could come," she suggested, knowing that you would. " Yeah, you're right. Pass me my phone" you said, sitting up from her lap. The conversation was quick with you being suprised how easy your boss was willing to let you have time off but said he understood that this was the time you and your girlfriend could go on holiday together. "He said i can so you can let your girls know im coming" you said to her and her face lit up knowing you wouldn't have done it if you weren't melting under her touch without even realising.

"So how about more head scratches, please?" You turned to her, and this time flopped right on top of the smaller blonde as her hand returned to your head. "Oo, and while you're at it, can you scratch my back as well?" you said, pushing your luck. "Im not your personal servant, you know, but you're cute, so I'll let you off," she responded, a light laugh leaving her lips. She continued until you fell asleep as your breaths tickled the crook of her neck where you had buried your head.

However, she wouldn't change it for the world as she knew at the end of the day you would have walked to the end of the earth for her, but now it was time for a relaxing holiday. Well, not so relaxing due to the constant partying, but that's the best part of the holiday, the moments where you forget your responsibilities, and it's just you and lessi, and that's it.

[4ranghaes]

Heyy so like I atumbled across ypur page, stalked it and immediately followed, I would ABSOLUTELY LOVE for you to write an extended version of Mum's recipe I live for the whole dynamic and its so cute!! If you do, I will eat it up, THANKYOU THANKYOUU

omg my first request🥺😛😛🫰 love this trope so much so OF COURSE!!! hope you enjoy :)

-> park sungho x reader [fluff, fem!reader (use of noona)]

-> bnd masterlist!

the smell of home-cooked food filled the six boys’ senses as they opened the front door. an ominous text from y/n to sungho reading: ‘make sure all of you come home to the lower dorm’ suddenly making sense.

jaehyun’s eyes widened, turning to look at sungho, who gave him a shrug and a confused look in return.

“ya! the smell!” jaehyun exclaimed, barging into the dorm first. he ran through the entrance, standing in the living room as he looked at your figure still standing over the stove. you turned to look at him, flashing a bright smile.

“you’re home!”

“noona!” woonhak interrupted you, “what is all this? oh my god!”

ever the over-excited one, he barged past his leader, heading into the kitchen as he stood behind you, easily looking over you and into the pan.

“ya! jaeyuk bokkeum!” he exclaimed, turning to look at leehan who had joined the two of you in the kitchen.

“look, eomok too,” leehan smiled, pointing at the various side dishes laid out on the side.

“can i try some?!” woohak asked, bobbing up and down beside you.

you rolled your eyes jokingly, pulling a piece of meat out the pan and blowing on it before feeding it straight to woonhak’s open mouth.

“you’ll all have to clean up before you sit and eat though, you stink!” you laughed, pushing the maknae away as soon as he’d had his fill - though not stopping his quick hands grabbing some kongnamul on the way past, riwoo swatting him away.

“i was really craving home cooked food,” taesan smiled, looking at sungho, “you said so too, right?”

sungho glanced at him, seemingly distracted as he agreed.

“alright, go and wash up. we’ll wait till everyone’s done to eat,” sungho said, pushing taesan towards the front door to go back to his own dorm; riwoo dragging woonhak for them to do the same.

sungho’s vision landed back on you; your figure facing away from him as you lovingly finished off the meal in the pan. his face formed a pout as he made his way over, eventually wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“what’s all this?” he hummed, kissing the shell of your ear lightly.

“well, i came by earlier to drop something off and i saw way too many takeaway and snack containers,” you lightly scolded, making sungho chuckle. “and i thought about how you and the kids probably haven’t had a home-cooked meal in a while, so…”

sungho smiled, his heart swelling with love and pride at your caring words.

“here, try,” you instructed, feeding him a piece of meat straight from the pan. sungho let go of your waist, finding the kitchen counter next to you to lean against. you watched his face as he chewed, his eyes suddenly widening as he nodded.

“darling, that’s delicious!” he exclaimed.

you smiled, quietly proud of yourself, “good.”

“i’m serious! it tastes just like my mum’s!”

“oh i’m so glad!” you laughed, confusing sungho as your smile overtook your face, “i called and asked her for the recipe! i didn’t know if i could do it very well, cause i think she uses fresh ingredients and all of these are jarred or canned, and she recommended a lot of banchans too and those were surprisingly hard! but—”

sungho cut you off, grabbing your body and pulling you into his chest. one strong hand on your back, the other cupping the back of your head as you giggled into his chest, returning the hug, you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“thank you,” he murmured into the top of your head, “seriously. thank you. this is all so thoughtful, and i just… i love you. so much.”

your heart leaped, eyes tearing up at his heartfelt confession. you squeezed him tighter into the hug.

“ah, enough! go and shower, you smell,” you said suddenly, pulling away from the cuddle. sungho laughed, shaking his wet hair like a shaggy dog. “stop! oh my god, gross boy.” sungho laughed harder, kissing your head as he left the kitchen.

“noona, i’m finished!” woonhak exclaimed, suddenly appearing in the doorway.

“woonhak-ah, your hair’s not even wet,” sungho spoke, grabbing the boy’s body and turning him back towards the front door, “go.”

woonhak grumbled, stomping back to the upper dorm. sungho rolled his eyes, disappearing into the bathroom.

you finished off the jaeyuk-bokkeum, dispensing it into the biggest bowl they had – you’d made a lot of food for the 6 hungry boys. getting the instant rice out the microwave, you scooped the 7 portions into individual bowls for each of the boys, plus yourself, placing them around the dining table with chopsticks and spoons.

“do you need help, y/n?” taesan asked, a towel draped over his wet hair, pyjamas donning his body as he strolled into the kitchen.

“not really! just need to put everything on the table now.”

taesan nodded, wordlessly helping by grabbing the various bowls and plates of banchan, arranging them in the middle of the table.

“i had to physically put him in the shower and turn it on,” riwoo sighed, appearing in the living room of the lower dorm.

you giggled, as taesan looked round, confused. “who?”

“who do you think? woonhak, obviously.”

taesan rolled his eyes with a laugh, beginning to pick at the kimchi as he sat at the table. riwoo came towards him, gasping as he pulled out a chair.

“jaeyuk-bokkeum?! dubu-jorim?!” he exclaimed, looking to taesan who just nodded in agreement. “ya, y/n. i’m serious right now when i say i love you.”

you laughed, finishing the table with a plate of eggs on the table, not knowing who would want one on top, and who wouldn’t.

“get in line!” taesan exclaimed, laughing, “but also, don’t let sungho hear us saying that.”

“hear what? telling y/n how much we love her?” jaehyun asked, joining the conversation as he jumped into one of the dining chairs. riwoo and taesan nodded as jaehyun scoffed, “he can get in line as far as i’m concerned. y/n, if he ever doesn’t treat you right, you know where i am.”

“of course she does, you’re in the next bed!” leehan joked, coming and sitting next to taesan, immediately picking up his chopsticks and picking at the eomok.

sungho suddenly walked out of his bedroom, a towel around his neck, pyjama pants sitting on his hips and an oversized t-shirt covering his torso.

“no chance for us, though, i fear,” jaehyun smiled, watching your face light up as you watched sungho walk in the room. the boys laughed slightly, as you didn’t even notice his words.

“oh sorry, am i holding us up?” sungho asked as he walked beside you, kissing your shoulder as he sat.

“no. still waiting for woonhak-ie,” you smiled, fixing his wet hair from sticking to his forehead.

sungho scoffed, “hopefully he’s finally having a shower.”

“yeah, after i made him,” riwoo rolled his eyes.

as if on cue, a crashing sound appeared at the door, woonhak running into the living room of the lower dorm.

“ah, slow down, slow down! you’ll hurt yourself, baby!” jaehyun exclaimed, grabbing woonhak and pulling him to sit in the chair next to him, his arm around woonhak not letting go even as he sat.

“okay, finally!” riwoo exclaimed, the boys all moving to start digging into their food as you watched on proudly.

sungho coughed loudly, all the members stopping in their tracks as he made furious facial expressions to them, silently signalling.

“oh,” riwoo spoke up first, “thank you, y/n.”

“of course!” jaehyun yelled, “thank you y/n!”

the boys yelled a chorus of ‘thank you’s and ‘i’ll eat well’s before they all tucked into the food, scooping spoonfuls after spoonfuls of meat.

“don’t forget the banchans! i worked so hard on those,” you laughed, looking to finally help yourself to some meat after the barricade of hands had gone.

sungho’s chopsticks got there before yours, picking out the biggest pieces of meat he could find and laying them over your rice. you rolled your eyes, fighting a smile as you looked at him, only offering you a smile in reply before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“ew! i’m literally eating here,” taesan said, looking at you two with a disgusted face.

sungho glared at him through a mouthful of food, swallowing it quickly before grabbing your face and kissing your lips. you slapped his broad shoulders repeatedly, hearing wolf-whistles and hollers from the boys until he pulled away, wiping your lips with his thumb cockily.

“i heard that conversation earlier, by the way,” he said, going back to his food as if nothing happened, “you’re all on thin ice.”

[coff33andb00ks]

anddd 52 + lando maybe???💝

"I can't believe we're friends sometimes."

driver + number = drabble <3

yayyy bestie!Lando is fun to write thanks darling!!

warnings: lando's a terrible cook, maybe some slight pining if you squint

When you unlock Lando's door, you stop dead in your tracks. Usually you're greeted by him hollering out that he's in his gaming room, or the smell of Chinese takeaway.

Today, you're being met with the sound of Lando panicking and the acrid smell of smoke.

"Lando?!" you call out and half a second later the smoke detector begins to scream.

"Fuck!" He's really panicking and you drop everything, rushing to the kitchen to find him holding a smoldering pan over the sink.

You want to ask what the hell he's done but you grab his arm and shove the pan into the sink, eyes widening when there's a sudden whoosh and the contents are a ball of flames. Slapping Lando's hand away when he reaches to turn the water on, you snatch the hoodie you're wearing off and throw it over the pan to smother the flames without thinking. "Can you turn off the smoke detector and open the window?"

Lando stares at you, lips parted in shock but he nods, moving to open the window while you poke your hoodie over the pan with a spatula. Once he's silenced the detector he bends over, gasping a little while the smoke slowly rolls out the window.

Deeming it safe, you turn on the water. "What the hell were you doing?" you ask between coughs.

"Cooking," he wheezes.

"Charcoal?" You leave the water running and move to the window for fresh air.

"It was eggs." He looks at you weirdly. "Was that my hoodie?"

"You can have it back now," you promise.

"I only left them cooking for a minute and when I came back they were smoking. Then I tried pulling the pan off the cooktop but I burned my finger and oil sloshed–"

"How much oil did you use?" you blurt.

His cheeks turn red and if you weren't annoyed with him for causing you to ruin your favorite hoodie that you borrowed - stole - from him you'd be thinking how cute it is when he bushes. "Um..." He rubs the side of his nose. "I didn't want it to stick so..."

"Fucking hell," you groan, turning off the water. Picking up the hoodie, you wince when you see that it's completely ruined. What's left of the eggs is floating in the pan. His words finally register and you drop the hoodie back into the sink. "You burned your finger?"

Lando holds up his left index finger and you can just see a faint red mark. "S'alright, I think I'll live," he teases, lips twitching.

You try not to laugh. It's not funny. He could have been seriously injured. He could have set fire to the apartment. But he's starting to giggle and before you know if you're laughing with him, and when he answers his phone to assure the building manager that there's no fire you know your laughter can be heard.

"I can't believe we're friends sometimes," Lando giggles as he ends the call.

"What do you mean?" You finally compose yourself and start cleaning up the mess.

"I'm such a fucking loser." He nudges you aside so he can get a bag from the cupboard beneath the sink to put the hoodie into. "I don't know why you stick around."

"Well god knows someone has to, otherwise you'd have destroyed half the country by now." You're teasing and when you see the flicker of a frown on his face you feel bad. "Hey–"

"I didn't mean to–" He sighs.

"I know you didn't Lan." You lean to give him a hug. "It's okay, yeah? We'll clean up and I'll fix you something."

"Sorry," he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you close. He presses a kiss into your hair and you know everything's alright.

"You should be," you sigh. "That was your new Balenciaga hoodie."

[treason-and-plot]

“What I can’t believe is that he was dumb enough to put his visits to The Pony on their joint credit card,” says Roy. “What a fucktard.”

“That’s your takeaway from this whole sordid mess?” says Joël. “That he should have been more conniving?”

“Dude, you can get off your moral high horse, alright?” says Roy. “It’s not like I haven’t been suffering the consequences of his moronic behaviour. I haven’t seen Crystal for three weeks!”

“My heart bleeds,” says Joël.

Roy glances at Alice, who is gleefully cramming fistfuls of congee into her mouth. He lowers his voice. “I can’t get this image out of my head of the two of them…you know. Even though Crys denies ever seeing him.”

“You think she's lying?” says Joël.

“Who knows?” says Roy. “She sees so many clients every week, how would she even remember? But the fact that it’s a possibility…I dunno. It’s kind of given me the ick. Temporarily. I’ll get over it. “

“Thoughts and prayers, dude,” says Joël. Alice smashes her hand into her bowl and shrieks with delight.

“I was a bit taken aback by how upset Anya was, if I’m honest,” says Roy after several moments spent chasing an errant dim sim around his plate with his chopsticks. Joël raises an eyebrow. “I mean, she was acting like he’d killed someone.“

“She just found out her father had been unfaithful to her mother,” says Joël. “How the fuck did you think she was going to react?”

“Well, it’s all a matter of perspective,” says Roy. “As I’ve told you countless times-“

“You can try and rationalise it all you want. I just don’t get how you can continue seeing Crystal knowing how crushed Anya would be if she ever found out,” says Joël. “Because that’s the bottom line here. You’re deliberately doing something that you know would devastate her."

"Shut up," says Roy, but Joël doesn't respond, just stares at him and shakes his head in silent reproach.

[whimsicalpolitical]

Precious time-Longdistance!Matty

you’ve arrived late at Matty’s last night, he’s giving you the best morning

cw: 18+mdni, oral (f receiving), fingering, matty cumming in pants, couch humping

You groan when you hear the shriek of a window being opened and shortly after, the brightness being led into the room.

Like usually the weather in London is shit- you don’t complain though since it’s your favorite weatherly condition.

The cold, rainy atmosphere is the cause of the wind hitting your face, which is giving you goosebumps all over your body.

You huff loudly which makes Matty grin.

The next thing you feel are his lips brushing gently across your face- your forehead, your cheeks, your nose.

It’s annoyingly sweet, and you try to stifle a grin, burying yourself further under the covers to hide from the light and his sudden burst of energy. But he just chuckles, tugging the blanket down a bit so he can see your face.

“Sorry, it’s absolutely boiling in here, needed to let in some air,” he whispers, “know you’re awake though.”

“hm,” you hum, “not awake.”

You feel the bed sink a bit as matty sits down next to you, brushing your messy hair out of your face.

“Brought us coffee,” he smiles, “the one you like, you know? What is it, ehm, the one with pumpkin.”

You crack one eye open to find him admiring you. You lean into his hand more, pressing one single kiss into the skin.

“How long have you been up?”

“Since, like, six,” he says, shrugging like it’s the most normal thing in the world, “thought I’d take Allen out for a walk and then grab us something for breakfast.”

He holds up the two takeaway cups and one bag from a bakery, and the whole situation makes your heart warm.

You can’t help but smile, “you’re the best.”

“Oh, this,” he raises his eyebrows playfully, “this is nothing, think you just forgot what else I can do.” He wriggles his eyebrows and in reaction you hit his shoulders.

“Funny,” you mock, “I’ll be ready for breakfast in a few minutes, just need to brush my teeth.”

Matty hums and kisses your temple, “alright.”

When he stands up to cross the room you have a full view of him. He’s wearing a red hat that not only matches his converse but also his jacket and you think it’s the cutest thing ever.

“Aww,” you smile, “you look cute.”

“Do I?” Matty lifts his hat for a second, shaking his locks before putting it on again, “thought my hair’s just shit today.”

“It’s not,” you try to convince him, finally putting a foot out of bed, “you always look good.”

Matty rolls his eyes at your cuteness, “alright, stop with the flattering and get your arse out of bed so we can eat.”

“Fine,” you groan, getting out of bed completely, stretching your arms first.

Inside the bathroom the cool water splashes against your face, waking you up as you brush your teeth, feeling a mix of excitement and exhaustion from last night’s travel. A smile creeps onto your face as you think about that you finally have two full weeks with Matty again.

You missed him so much, all those texts and FaceTimes nothing to the real life experience.

Once you’re ready, you walk down the short hallway toward the dining room area. Matty’s already there, sitting at the table with a warm cup of coffee in hand, and Allen, his dog, sprawled happily at his feet. He’s scratching Allen’s ears absentmindedly, and Allen looks like he's in absolute heaven.

“There she is,” Matty says, looking up.

You didn’t have a proper greeting with Allen since you arrived so lately and just wanted to sleep and snuggle with matty.

“Oi, go easy on her,” he warns before allen is already running towards you, jumping up your leg waiting for you to scratch his ears like you always do.

“Hi,” you giggle, “I missed you too, Allen, so much,” you speak in the voice you use to talk to dogs- or babies.

“Come on, let’s eat together.”

You losen his grip on you and walk towards the table.

Before you look at the scene Matty has decorated, you lean your head down to his.

“Morning,” you grin, brushing your lips over his the first time today.

The kiss feels soft, just like his hand that comes to your cheek to brush his thumb against your cheekbone.

Matty hums when you pull back, “morning, gorgeous, finally arrived in this universe?”

“Yeah,” you laugh, sitting down.

The table is decorated with tables, food and your coffee but also autumn themed candles and scary coasters.

You admire them because you know he’s just done that for you. If it isn’t for plants or basic music posters Matty doesn’t have anything special in his house.

“Thank you, Matty,” you smile, “so much.”

Matty shrugs it off and smiles, “course, darling. You know- being here without you is a bit lonely so I thought I’d change the style to something that reminds me of you.”

You jut out your bottom lip but before a word escapes your mouth he interrupts you.

“No need to get all soppy now though, you’re here, right?”

“I am.”

You smile at each other like love sick idiots and just enjoy the cozy morning together, having breakfast, enjoying each others company.

After a few bites, you shift comfortably in your chair and lift your legs, resting them over Matty’s lap. He glances down with a soft smile and rests a hand on your thigh, his thumb moving in small circles. The warmth of his hand is comforting, grounding, and he lets out a relaxed sigh as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“So, George is throwing a party in three days, I think” he says, his tone casual but his gaze on you, gauging your reaction. “I’d love to take you, but… if you’d rather just keep things low-key, I get it. Don’t want you feeling pressured.”

“Are you joking? I’d love to go,” you say, squeezing his knee. “Hanging with your friends sounds amazing. A bit of normality sounds… good.”

“Alright, then. It’ll be good to show you off a little,” he teases, taking another sip of his coffee with that familiar smirk.

You roll your eyes at him playfully before taking another bite of your croissant.

“Is it like a theme party?“ you ask.

“I’ve got no clue, love,” matty admits, “I can ask him later since he’s asked to have a chat anyway.”

“Perfect.”

You both finish up breakfast, savoring the last sips of coffee before Matty starts gathering the plates. You stand to help him, and as you reach for the dishes, he reaches over and lightly brushes his thumb along your cheek and then your bottom lip. His touch is soft, but focused, as he wipes away a few crumbs with a half-smile.

“The sweetest,” he grins, his voice warm with affection. You roll your eyes, nudging him, but you can’t help the grin that tugs at your lips.

“Mhm,” you respond.

The two of you move to the sink, and as you start rinsing, Matty lingers just behind you. You feel his presence before his arms find their way around your waist, pulling you back into him. He lets out a sigh, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches you rinse the last plate, his hold on you tightening just a bit.

Without a word, he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss just under your ear. You pause, heartbeat quickening, as he trails slow kisses down your neck, lips brushing your skin in a way that makes it hard to focus on anything else.

You lean into him, tilting your head to give him more access, and he takes his time, placing a few lingering kisses along your neck before grazing his teeth gently against your skin. The slight pressure sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help the soft sound that escapes your lips.

“Missed you so much,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, lips grazing the sensitive skin by your collarbone. “You have no idea.”

“Oh, I’ve got one,” you murmur back, feeling him pressing into your back.

His lips curve into a small, knowing smile. “Yeah?” he murmurs, shifting so that his arms are wrapped even tighter around you.

“Missed your gorgeous little sounds.”

You feel his thumb tracing slow circles against your hip as he continues to hold you, his eyes soft but intense. It’s quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the world outside, but in his embrace, everything feels still and perfect.

After a moment, he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, whispering, “I think I’ll have my favorite breakfast now.”

You frown, not knowing what he means at first but then it hits you but he gives you no time and swirls you around, hooks his hands under your thighs and lifts you up.

You shriek but it’s only a short minute before you feel the material of the couch under you.

“Gonna let me have it?” He asks, his face back in your neck, licking and biting at your skin, “let me taste you, s’been too long.”

Matty’s breath is hot against your skin as his lips move along the curve of your neck, each kiss searing into you, grounding you in this moment, in him.

"Darling," he whispers against your skin, his voice thick with need. "Can I?”

“Fuck-yes.”

He moves back for a second pulling one of his band shirts over your hat, looking at your chest in awe.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” he groans, wasting no second to latch onto your breast, squeezing the other in his hand. “Love these.”

You giggle but it’s quickly removed with a sigh when his mouth trails further again.

You can feel the heat between you building, your heart pounding as his lips move lower, kissing along your collarbone, your chest. You are lost in the sensation, the way his hands move over you, the way his breath ghost over your skin.

Matty’s kisses become more urgent, more fervent, as he slowly kneels before you, his hands sliding down to the waistband of your pyjamas.

"Can’t waste another second," he says, his hands steady as he begins to ease your pants down, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that sends sparks through you. "Want to show you how much I missed you, dreamed of you every day.”

“Did you?” You ask breathless.

“Fuckin- of course, love. Have you seen yourself? The air between you seems to crackle with electricity as he pulls your pants away, his eyes dark with want as he drinks in the sight of you.

“Look at you, for fucks sake, you’re a dream.”

"You're everything" he murmurs, his lips finding yours in a deep, lingering kiss before trailing down your neck. "Christ.”

His mouth moves lower, his lips, his tongue, trailing over your stomach, your hips, until he is kneeling before you again, one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady as he presses his lips to the inside of your thigh.

The sensation of his breath against your skin makes your head spin, the anticipation building as his kisses grow slower, more deliberate, inching closer and closer to the center of your need. Every kiss, every touch feels like a promise—a promise that you will never be apart again.

“And so ready for me already,” he smirks, “you want this s’much as I do.”

Matty’s lips tremble against your skin as he kisses down your stomach, rough and hungry, his hands gripping your hips tightly as though he is afraid to let go.

“I do.”

His eyes flick up to meet yours, dark with desire, and his breath comes out hot against your bare thighs as he spreads you open for him, his tongue flicking out to tease the edges of your soaked entrance.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he growls, “you have no idea how many times I've thought about it-about you. The last time I could eat you out was way too long ago.”

You gasp as he buries his face between your legs, his tongue flat and wide as he drags it through your folds, groaning like he is savoring every drop.

His lips latch onto your clit, sucking hard, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through your body. Your fingers tangle in his hair, his hat lost somewhere on the floor, gripping tightly as your legs tremble, and he groans again, the vibration making you whimper.

"God, you're perfect," Matty mumbles against you, his voice muffled as he licks you with long, languid strokes. "This cunt is all mine, yeah? You feel and hear that? S’perfect.”

He sucks noisily, deliberately making sure every stroke of his tongue is loud, wet, and filthy. You can hear the lewd slurping sounds as he devours you, his mouth greedy and desperate as if he'd been starving.

Your breath comes out in ragged gasps, your whole body burning under his relentless attention.

"Fuck, Matty- missed you so much" you whisper, your voice shaky as your head falls back against the wall. "Matty-“

"I know, don’t want to be so far away from you as well, it’s shit, can’t do this all the time.”

His tongue plunges into you, fucking you with wet, deep strokes, his nose brushing against your swollen clit as he grunts against you. "Hmm, so sweet, love.”

You can’t help but whimper, your hips bucking against his face as he groans, his tongue thrusting deeper, his lips and chin coated with your arousal. He pulls back for just a second, his breath heavy, his eyes wild as he looks up at you.

"Could do this for a lifetime," he murmurs, as he grips your thighs tighter, pulling you even closer. "Right here, fuckin’ enjoying your cunt.”

With that, he dives back in, his tongue swirling over your clit as he sucks you harder, his mouth relentless. You moan louder, your fingers tugging at his hair as your body arches off the couch, pleasure crashing through you with every filthy stroke of his tongue.

He groans again, louder this time. Like he’s getting pleasure out of it, so you open your eyes and look at him.

His hips are writhing, legs flat against the couch as they bend and climb at the edge.

He mutters a voiceless fuck, and sucks your clit again. He lifts your hips off the couch with his palms under your ass and his elbows dig into the couch.

The periodic groans only grow closer together, until they might as well be in sync with your heartbeat.

He whines something short and subtle, stopping his assault on your pussy as he rests his forehead and cheek against your inner thigh and focuses on his own pleasure. He’s grinding against the couch, absolutely needy.

"Fuck- matty.”

"Mm sorry." He licks you shakily, briefly, as if to prove you he didn’t forget you.

His sweat is beading and glistening under the soft, warm light filtering through the curtains. Face twisted in pleasure, hair falling over his forehead, nostrils flaring.

Matty is overwhelmingly beautiful.

He continues to prop up your hips until suddenly he's not, your lower half falling the short distance as you yelp in surprise. He mumbles a m’sorry as he bucks into the couch.

You almost start to complain, but then he's hooking two fingers into your wet cunt and curling them languidly. He's panting, nose nudging your clit deliciously as his warm breath fans over you.

You reward him with a moan. A sharper thrust of his hips. A sloppy lick around his fingers still inside you.

"The couch that good?” you tease, although you're in no position to because you're just as fucked out as he is.

"Not the couch, you.”

He’s back with his focus completely on you. You’re drenched now, the little scene of him turned you on so bad.

He’s sucking your clit hard, his lips tight around the sensitive bud, and sliding his tongue deep inside you, fucking your pussy with slow, torturous strokes.

Each time you gasp, your body trembling as the pleasure builds higher and higher.

"Yeah, that's it," he murmurs between licks, his voice raw. "Let me hear you, c’mon, love, you have to let me hear you.”

Your moans grow louder, filling the living room as Matty’s tongue works you harder, faster, his groans matching your own as he loses himself.

His hands slide up your body, gripping your breasts softly as he continues to feast on you, the pleasure so intense it is overwhelming.

"Matty, fuck, I'm gonna-" you gasp, your thighs trembling as you teeter on the edge of release.

"Perfect, let me have it, darling," he groans, his voice hoarse as his tongue flicks over your clit again, harder, faster, relentless. "Come for me.”

With a final, devastating suck on your clit, you shatter. Pleasure slamming into you, your entire body shaking as you scream his name, your nails digging into his scalp as he holds you in place, his mouth still working you through the waves of your orgasm.

Matty doesn’t stop-he keeps licking, keeps sucking, devouring every drop as your body convulses, the intensity of it making your legs shake.

He moans against you, his tongue softening slightly but still teasing your swollen clit as you come down, his grip on your hips loosening just enough to let you catch your breath.

When he finally pulls back, his face is slick with your arousal, his eyes dark with lust as he looks up at you, his chest heaving.

"Like I said, my favorite taste," he says, his voice thick with satisfaction as he stands before laying down on top of you, throwing a blanket over the both of you.

You can taste yourself on his lips, and you hum before sliding your hand down your bodies.

Matty catches you halfway though, shaking his head, “s’already taken care off.”

You pout, “really?”

“Yeah,” he shakily laughs, “was too good, you were too good, sorry. Just give me ten minutes? Maybe thirty.” He jokes.

You laugh and pull him completely against you, kissing his cheeks as many times as you can before speaking again.

“You’re the sweetest, Matty.”

Your hands find their way to the scrape of his neck, brushing and tugging at his curls there as soft as possible.

“Nonsense,” he hums, “no one’s as sweet as you, love.”

“Hm,” you smile to yourself, enjoying the warmth of his body on top of you.

After a couple of minutes resting, he’s the first to move, gathering your panties from the floor.

“Here, should probably put something on,” he chuckles, “and change your Pyjamas for some real pants before we met my mum for a chat.”

“Oh fuck,” you hastily sit up, tapping your phone before looking at the time, “thank god, thought we’d be so late.”

Matty shakes his head and stands up, “don’t worry, we’ve got some time, you can chill.”

He leans down to kiss your lips, then your cheek and then your forehead.

“I’ll probably change as well and then give G a call, ask about the party.”

“Perfect,” you smile.

He hands you the rest of your clothes and slides his phone into the back of his jeans pocket.

“Matty?” You call out before he’s almost out of the living room.

“Yes, my darling?”

He sticks his head out of the corner and watches you fold the blanket.

“I’m more than happy to be with you again.”

He closes his eyes longer than a blink and gives you a warm smile.

“Yeah, me too.”

[moonstruckme]

Hey girl 💖 Would love a comfort fic with James or poly!Marauders after r had a really bad day? Just cuddles and comforting words. Sure most of us need it right now 💖

Thanks for requesting my love <3 I did try to make this seem like it could just be about any bad day but for my US babes and anyone else that's going to be affected by the election, I really hope you're doing okay and I hope we're all okay over the next few years. Even if we don't all have a James to comfort us, we can still be there for each other <3

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 607 words

You’re in bed when James finishes brushing his teeth. He can see your shoulders shaking underneath the covers. 

His chest aches as he goes to you. It’s not the first time you’ve cried today and it probably won’t be the last for a while, all your hurt and anger and grief compounding on you as time goes on. James gets into bed and twines his arms around your middle, pressing his nose into your warm cheek. 

“It’s going to be okay,” he murmurs. 

Your sobs worsen, and you turn, face to his chest and arms reaching around him with an unthinking neediness. You don’t believe him. 

“It is.” He kisses the top of your head firmly, hugging you closer. You seem like you need a bit of solidity right now. “You’ll be alright, sweet girl. I’ve got you.” 

James lets you cry. Your sniffles grow thick, James’ chest under your face wet with tears and snot. He wonders if your head hurts from how much you’ve wept today, makes a mental note to get you some water in the morning if he can’t manage it tonight. Your whole body shakes with deep, aching sobs. 

“I’m sorry,” you say after a while, words jolting. “I can’t—I keep thinking in circles.” 

“Baby, it’s okay.” James rubs your back. He hates to see you upset, but he wouldn’t begrudge you it. You’ve had a day. As much as he wishes he never had to see you cry, he feels grateful that you’d do it with him. “It’s okay to be sad for a little while.” 

“I know. I know, but—” Another series of sobs jostles their way out of you, painful sounding. Your voice quiets to a tight whisper. “I just can’t stop.” 

James swallows the blockage in his own throat, making big, sweeping circles over your back. “Do you want a little distraction?” he offers. 

You nod into his chest. 

“Okay.” He thinks for a second. “Well, tomorrow, I thought we might go to the bookstore if you’re feeling up to it.” He pauses, waiting to see if this is what you want. When you don’t make a sound he continues. “We could make a day of it. There’s that Thai place you like nearby, so maybe we grab some takeaway, sit and read in the park…” You make a snuffling sound against his chest, and James gives you a squeeze. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” Your voice is stuffy and sad, but calmer. “That sounds nice.” 

“I glanced at the weather report earlier.” He drops a kiss on your head. It coaxes you into looking up at him. Your eyes are wet and puffy, but James smiles at you, pinching your nose clean gently. “It’s supposed to be nice out. We’ll probably need our coats, but still, not too bad. You could probably break out those new socks you got.” 

You smile wobbily. “It feels like sort of a silly thing to be excited about now,” you say softly, “socks.” 

“That’s what I love about you, though.” James holds your face and gives in to kissing wherever the urge strikes him, your skin warm and tacky. “You’re always finding things to be excited about, that make you happy. I love that. It’s the little things, right?” 

You sniffle. You’re far from happy now, but you’re settling. “I guess.” 

“It’s nice when it’s the big things too, of course,” he concedes, “but for tomorrow I can still get my girl a book and a takeaway. Right? Okay?” 

“Yeah.” You kiss him, salt on both of your lips. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Jamie.” 

“You’ll be okay,” he promises you again. “I’ve always got you.”

[bgwlsmahf25]

After All This Time

Pairings: mom!Natasha x teendaughter!Reader; Wanda x Natasha; Wanda x teendaughter!Reader (platonic); Kate x reader

Genre: little bit of angst; fluff

“Something smells good. Hey, sweetheart, how was school?” Natasha dropped her bag by the kitchen doorway and gave you a one-armed hug, depositing her takeaway coffee mug and lunchbox in the sink.

“Hey mom, school was good.” You added a box of pasta to the boiling water on the stove and continued to stir the sauce you’d made. “Mrs Kenton thinks I should minor in business, she said I’d manage with it.” You looked at your mom. “I’m just not sure what I should do, y’know?”

“Well, you talked about it a lot. And you told Steve that you were majoring in psychology with a minor in business. I thought your mind was made up on that front?” She pushed some hair out of your face and kissed the top of your head. “What’s holding you back?”

“Tell you over dinner?”

“Hmm.” She gave you a look then nodded and began setting the table.

“Alright, hit me with it,” Natasha said, sitting down as you ladled pasta and sauce onto her plate. “Mmm, this looks good.”

“I should hope so, I spent ages slaving over the stove,” you laughed. “It’s that vodka tomato pasta sauce thing that’s been all over my feed lately.”

“As long as you didn’t use my nice vodka,” your mom warned.

“No, of course not.” You sat down and began to eat, then looked up to find her watching you. “What?” She raised an eyebrow and you sighed. “Um, ok, we can talk about it. I just don’t want to move away for college. I want to stay in the city or one of the neighbouring states.”

“I’m assuming there’s a reason you don’t want to leave New York,” your mom prompted.

“There's someone,” you reluctantly admitted. “Someone who means more to me, the more time I spend with them. I don’t want a long-distance relationship.”

“A relationship, huh?” Natasha was thoughtful. The last time you’d been in a relationship was over two years ago. “What’s his name?” You hesitated, biting at your lip. Slowly, you looked up to meet your mom’s gaze. Her expression shifted. “What’s her name?”

“Kate.” You reached out, taking your mom’s hand in yours. “Are you ok with this? With me being gay, I mean?”

“Honey, of course I’m ok with it!” she exclaimed, getting up and rushing around the table to pull you into a hug. “I’m honoured that you shared it with me, that you felt you could come out to me. Of course I’m ok with it.”

“Thanks mom,” you whispered, hugging her tightly.

“So,” Natasha said, sitting back down in her seat and spearing a forkful of pasta, “how long have you two been…?” Your mom’s gaze turned thoughtful. “Do we need to have the talk?”

“Mom, we already had the talk when I was dating that guy!” you laughed. “Ew, no, we don’t need to have the talk.”

“So when can I meet her? And you didn’t answer my question,” she said, playfully wagging a finger at you. She scooped the pasta into her mouth.

You rolled your eyes. “We’ve been together for just over a month. And no, you can’t meet her yet. I want you to meet her, just not that soon.”

“Hmmm, ok.”

***

A few weeks later

“You didn’t tell her I was an Avenger?” Kate said, pushing her hair out of her face. “Surely that would have been a good idea.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. I just - I wanted to tell her about me and not so much about the relationship, but being my mom, she wanted to know all about that too.” You lent your head on her shoulder, smiling as she wrapped an arm around you.

You and Kate were on a date. She’d taken you out for dinner and then the two of you had found an empty rooftop where you could look out across New York.

“We’re coming to the compound next week,” you murmured.

Kate sat up and looked at you. “You are? Finally!”

“Me and my mom. If you give me heart eyes, she’ll know.”

“Why’s it so bad if she knows? She already knows my name. She’s probably worked out that it’s me anyway. It won’t take her long to put the information you gave her through one of her databases.”

“My mom wouldn’t track you,” you scoffed, then sighed as Kate looked at you. “Nope, that’s exactly what she’d do. She did it with my exes, even before I told her.”

“Great, I’m on her hit list now,” Kate sighed and you frowned reproachfully at her. “Ok, ok, that wasn’t fair of me.” She leant in and gave you a soft kiss, making you smile. “Are you going to tell her? Y’know, before you come to the compound.”

“Maybe,” you teased. “If it’ll keep you on your best behaviour, then yes.”

“I’m always behaving!” she protested, making you laugh and pull her in for another kiss.

***

“You’re very quiet.” Natasha looked over at you. “What are you reading?”

“Just a book.”

“Hmm.”

“It’s for school. Something Mrs Kenton wants us to read for psychology.” You flipped the page of your textbook, but your mind wasn’t on your studies. You were thinking about Kate being at the compound and how the first meeting between her and your mom was going to go.

“What’s on your mind?” Natasha said softly. “I can tell you’re not reading, nobody turns the pages that fast.”

She’d caught you. You sighed and shut the book. “My girlfriend’s going to be at the compound. I know you’ve already tracked her down, read through her file or whatever SHIELD’s got on her.”

“Oh. No, sweetheart, I hadn’t looked -” Your mom paused. “Wait. You said her name was Kate. Are you dating Kate Bishop?”

Crap. Now you were well and truly stuffed. You bit your lip and blushed, looking down at your lap, your fingers twisting through each other. “Yes,” you said quietly.

“Someone’s blushing,” your mom teased. She pulled over abruptly and reached out, turning your face to hers. “Honey, I’m not mad. I hadn’t looked her up in a database. I wanted you to tell me in your own time. Besides, I heard Yelena teasing Kate about her new girlfriend and from what you’d told me… I just put two and two together but I didn’t look into it. I wanted you to come to me.”

“You’re not mad?”

“No, sweetheart, I’m not.” She pulled you into a hug. “I’m happy for you. And I’m really proud of you for telling me. I wanted it to be your choice.”

You smiled. “Ok, can we head to the compound now?”

“Eager to see a special someone?”

“Mom!”

***

You’d messaged Kate and updated her so as Natasha pulled into the parking garage, Kate was waiting nervously by the elevators. You ran over and pulled her into a hug, leaning your forehead against hers.

“Hey,” you whispered.

“She’s ok with it?” Kate said, looking over your shoulder to where Natasha was watching the two of you.

“Yes!” you said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Ok, lovebirds, come and help me with the bags,” Natasha called.

“Hi,” Kate said, sticking her hand out once she reached Natasha. “I’m Kate.”

“Kate, there’s no need for that. I’ve trained with you for over a year. Come here,” and you smiled, watching your mom pull your girlfriend into a hug.

Later that evening

“Thanks for dinner, Auntie Wanda,” you said to Wanda. The witch had cooked one of her native Sokovian dishes for team dinner. It had been an evening of laughter and settling in. Natasha needed to be at the compound for a week. You were fine with the sudden holiday, but she’d reminded you to stay up to date on your studies. Kate sat next to you at dinner, Yelena on your other side, and the three of you caught up. Occasionally, you noticed your mom glancing at the three of you and smiling. You also noticed her looking at Wanda, but her expression was one you couldn’t read.

“You’re welcome, little krolik [bunny],” she said, slipping the term of endearment in. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“See you tomorrow,” you said, slipping out of the kitchen. You noticed your mom standing in the doorway, apparently hesitant. “Mom. Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, sweetheart. I just need to brief Wanda on something. I’ll come and find you in a bit.”

“Oh actually, I was going to ask if I can stay in Kate’s room?” You blurted out, amazed at your sudden confidence.

Your mom thought for a moment then nodded, taking you by surprise. “Yes, I suppose that’s ok. No funny business, though.”

“Mom!” She laughed as you ran down the hall towards the bedrooms. She didn’t see you look back, watching as she squared her shoulders and headed into the kitchen. Something was going on and it made you worried.

***

“Hey, you’re very quiet. And you don’t want to cuddle. What’s wrong?” Kate was sitting up in her bed, leaning against the headboard, watching you with a concerned expression.

“I’m fine,” you replied, leaning your head against the cool glass of her window. You were sitting on her windowsill, staring into nothingness, Kate’s room reflected in the glass.

“You’re not fine.” She got out of bed and came over, wrapping her arms around you and leaning her head on your shoulder. “You’re tense. What’s wrong, angel?” She gently massaged your shoulders, pulling the tension out of you.

“Something’s up with my mom,” you sighed. “She always tells me what’s going on but she was acting weird at dinner and then I don’t know, there was a moment in the kitchen just now. She’s worried about something and it’s making me worried because I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Can you talk to her?”

“I tried but she brushed it off. Oh, and I asked if I could stay in your room tonight and she just said yes, no hesitation. Normally, I’d have to push to get her permission on something like this, but she just… let me.” You sighed. “Am I reading too much into this?”

“Yes, my love, I think you might be. It’s ok though, I’ve got training scheduled with her tomorrow morning. I can normally gauge how it’s going to go, so I’ll know if something’s off and I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, leaning against Kate.

The two of you got into bed. You snuggled up against your girlfriend, but your mind was racing. Your mom’s behaviour was out of character and it unsettled you. She’d adopted you when you were twelve, it had been hard for her to gain your trust. Then you started at a new school and got bullied, coming home with bruises and tear tracks on your cheeks. Natasha had quickly realised something was wrong and pushed for you to change to a new school, which you loved being at. Since that event, the two of you shared a very close bond and told each other everything.

You knew she kept details of her work under wraps, not wanting you to hear about the missions she’d been on, or even that she couldn’t share some of the details if they were classified. But this wasn’t to do with work. She wanted to brief Wanda on something, but you instinctively knew that it wasn’t about work. Something had happened between your mom and Wanda, you were sure of it. You just didn’t know what.

Kate fell asleep and you rolled over, grabbing your phone. Unlocking it, you saw a message from Natasha.

Everything ok? Sleep well xx

You hesitated, then typed a response, your fingers flying over the keyboard:

Everything’s ok here. Kate’s asleep, but I’m not. Can we talk, now please xx

Of course. Meet you in the corridor in 5

***

Kate had barely stirred as you slipped out of bed, threw on one of her hoodies which was lying on the floor and left her room, shoving your feet into your sneakers. Natasha was just emerging from her room down the hall, she smiled when she saw you, then pointed to the elevator.

There was only the quiet hum of the lift as the two of you headed for the rooftop. You hadn’t been up here that often but you knew Natasha liked it. You leant against her and she put an arm around you, kissing the top of your head.

“Wow, it’s changed up here,” you said, looking around. Three picnic tables were joined together and someone had started a garden. There were long, low planters against the far side of the rooftop. You could just about make out the small green shrubs in them.

“Yes. I can’t remember when we last came up here,” Natasha mused, heading for one of the picnic tables. You followed her and sat down opposite her, reaching out and putting your hands in hers. She looked at you but you spoke before she could.

“Mom, what’s going on with you? Please don’t tell me you’re fine, I know that something’s wrong. You seem really sad.” Your mom looked away from you sharply, taking in a deep breath before sighing and turning to look at you again. You noticed her eyes were filled with unshed tears and you jumped up, going and sitting next to her and leaning into her. “Mom?”

“Oh, sweetheart…” She began, but her voice was thick. “I should have told you about this ages ago, but it’s not news that I want everyone to know.” She glanced at you and you nodded, knowing that you were to keep it from Kate. “I didn’t know how to tell you at the time… I was trying to protect you.”

“Mom, you’re scaring me,” you said, fear creeping into your voice. “Are you sick? What’s going on?”

“No, no, darling, I’m not sick. I just… I went through something with someone. But it didn’t last.”

“You had a relationship?” You hesitated, then asked the question in your mind anyway. “Was it with Auntie Wanda?”

She looked at you then let out a watery chuckle. “Nothing escapes you, does it?”

“Is that a yes?”

She nodded, then wiped the tears from her eyes. “Yes, it was. It was brief and we kept it very private, but it didn’t last. There was too much pressure, from others, from the outside world, from ourselves.”

“Is this your first time seeing her since it ended?” You took your mom’s hand in yours, snuggling up to her to stay warm. She unlaced your fingers and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into her side. “And so you’re sad because it’s hard to be around her?”

“You are way too perceptive for your own good,” she chuckled, making you smile. “No, it ended quite some time ago. Years, in fact. It’s just… she was seeing someone. Which prevented me from saying anything. But that’s not a thing anymore either apparently.”

“I think you should tell her how you feel,” you said, eyes lighting up. “I can help! I’ll cook dinner, make it all nice and cosy.”

“That’s very sweet of you to offer, but nothing’s going to happen.”

“But you’re sad,” you said, staring at Natasha with pleading eyes. “And I don’t like seeing my mom sad, especially if there’s a way to fix it.”

“Honey… I don’t think she wants to fix it,” Natasha said quietly, taking your hands into hers. “I talked to her earlier this evening, but she didn’t want to talk about it.”

“That’s not what I said,” a voice spoke out of the darkness, making you both jump. Natasha pushed you behind her and took a defensive stance, before relaxing as Wanda walked out of the shadows.

***

You sat between the two women, looking from one to the other like you were watching tennis, as they spoke.

“You twisted my words,” Wanda said, a sad smile on her face. “I never said that I didn’t want to talk about it. I just said, not right now.”

“But what does that mean?” Natasha never took her eyes from Wanda’s face. “Does that mean you want to talk in a few days, a few weeks, a few months?”

“Ah, truth be told, I was holding off for your sake, little krolik,” Wanda said, turning her gaze to you. “I knew your mom hadn’t told you, otherwise you’d be looking at me like you are right now. And I didn’t want to jeopardise anything.”

“You wouldn’t have!” you said, pausing as Natasha placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you head to bed now?” Your mom turned to you. “It’s getting late and I think Wanda and I have some catching up to do.”

“Don’t make any rash decisions,” you whispered, leaning in and giving your mom a hug. “But don’t say no if your heart’s saying yes.”

“Alright, mom,” she laughed, tussling your hair affectionately. “Off with you now.”

You leant in and gave Wanda a hug, whispering, “She wants to say yes, and I know you do too.”

Wanda’s eyes were sparkling with amusement when you pulled away and walked to the elevator. The last thing you saw before the doors shut was your mom and Wanda, hands in each other’s, talking intently.

***

“Morning sleepyhead,” Kate said, leaning over you with a big smile on her face. “Someone slept in late.”

“Uhh, what time is it?” you groaned, rubbing your eyes and stretching.

“7.30. That’s late for you!”

“How would you know?” You sat up and took the glass of orange juice she was holding out. “Have you been watching me sleep?”

“No, dummy, I’ve been at training. Besides, when we first started talking, you texted promptly at 7am every morning.”

“I had school!” You couldn’t help but take in your girlfriend’s training kit. She had a mustard yellow hoodie on, which you recognised as yours, and a pair of black leggings. “How was training?”

“It was good. And before you ask, I saw your mom. She’s ok, she seemed to be in good spirits. Oh, and she said that she wants to talk to you when you’ve got a moment.”

“Did she say where?”

“Just in the kitchen at breakfast. Although she’s eaten now, I think she means your breakfast.” Kate shrugged. “I didn’t really ask her about the particulars. I’m still getting used to the whole ‘your mom knows about us’ thing, and I was trying not to be awkward around her, but I think I kind of messed it up. So, we were on the mat, and she was trying to teach me a new move from one of her martial arts things and I may have called her ‘mom.’ Anyway it got a bit awkward and I was just staring at her, trying to think of how to apologise and…”

You cut Kate off mid-ramble, pulling her on top of you and kissing her, wrapping your arms around her. “I can talk to my mom later. If it’s urgent, she’ll come and find me. For now, I just want to stay here, like this. If that’s ok with you.”

Kate smiled and kissed you again, murmuring a ‘yes’ against your lips.

***

“Someone’s a late riser,” Natasha commented, when you finally swung by the conference room where she was hanging out. She pushed some photos and documents into a folder and closed it.

“It’s a Saturday,” you grumbled, sinking into the seat next to her. “I’m allowed a lie-in.”

“Ok, teenager,” she said, grinning at you. “Just make sure you get some of that psychology paper done today, please.”

“Yes, mom,” you sighed. “Anyway, you wanted to talk to me?”

She got up and shut the door. “Yes, I did. Wanda and I talked some more last night, but also this morning. We want to give it another go, but only if you’re cool with it.”

“I’m cool with it,” you gasped happily, leaping up and flinging your arms around your mom. “I’m so totally 100% cool with it!”

“My daughter’s malfunctioning,” she teased, but there was a smile on her face. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to say yes if you don’t feel that way.”

“Mom, I’m saying yes in a big way. Don’t ruin the moment,” and you pulled her into another hug.

There was a knock at the door. You both looked over to see Wanda standing outside. Your mom glanced at you and you nodded, smiling. She opened the door and spoke briefly to Wanda, giving her a kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the corridor. Wanda shut the door and turned to you. You realised that she was nervous.

“Do I get to call you mom now too?” you blurted, making the witch smile. “Ohmygod, that was not what I meant to say. I am so sorry.”

Wanda pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping her arms tightly around you. You returned the hug gladly. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Thank you for talking some sense into her,” you chuckled. “Although I guess that was partly me as well.” You took a step back, taking Wanda in. “I guess the whole ‘if you break her heart, I will find you’ speech goes without saying?” She smiled and nodded. “Good. I just, she’s my mom, you know. I hurt when she’s hurting. So please don’t hurt her.”

“I’m not planning too, y/n. I want to do my best to make both of you happy.”

“We can double date now!” You exclaimed, suddenly realising that you and Kate could go on dates with your mom and Wanda. “Ohmygod, this is going to be so cool!”

Wanda watched you with an amused smile on her face. She’d been introduced to you a few months after Natasha had officially adopted you and she’d watched the struggles your mom had gone through to connect with you. You’d clicked immediately with Wanda which had frustrated and upset Natasha, but once you and your mom got close, the two of you were inseparable.

***

A few months later

“Mom, you’d better be ready. They’ll be here any moment!” You shouted up the stairs, hopping around on one foot while you tried to pull your sneakers on.

“I’m coming, Miss Impatient!” Natasha called back, making you chuckle.

“Not impatient, only overexcited,” you admitted. “Wow, mom, you look gorgeous.” You grinned. “Wanda won’t be able to keep her eyes off you.”

“Ok, that’s enough of that,” she said, poking you in the arm and making you laugh. “No, y/n, please. You cannot wear sneakers to one of Tony’s galas.”

“But I like my sneakers.”

“No. Change your shoes.” Natasha raised an eyebrow when you glared at her. “And drop the attitude.”

“Yes mom,” you sighed, kicking your sneakers off and picking up the smart shoes your mom had bought you. “Doesn’t mean I’m dropping the attitude,” you said cheekily, dodging another poke from Natasha, who was looking at you with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

“How on earth does Kate put up with you, hm?”

“Hey!” You protested, standing up, shoving your hands in your trouser pockets. “We get along just fine. She loves me anyway, she wouldn’t dare to tell me off.” You leant your head on your mom’s shoulder. “That’s your job.”

“Don’t I know it,” Natasha sighed, making you laugh.

There was a knock at the door and you raced to open it, squealing as you took in the sight of Kate in a short purple dress. Her hair was undone and fell in gentle waves over her shoulders. “You look delicious,” you whispered, leaning in and kissing her.

“Your mom’s right there,” she said, poking you and stepping inside.

“What is it with everyone poking me?!” You complained. Your eyes widened as you noticed Wanda in a deep red dress, her hair done in an elegant crown braid. “Hey, someone brushes up well,” you grinned.

“Hello to you too,” she said, pinching your cheek and heading to greet your mom.

***

Later that evening, as you danced around at Tony’s gala with Kate, who’d grabbed your hands and tugged you onto the dancefloor, you couldn’t have been happier. Your mom and Wanda were sitting next to each other at the bar, chatting and laughing to Steve, who was attempting to make cocktails. Natasha reached over and guided his hands, pointing out a bottle behind the bar, making him groan and Wanda laugh.

It had taken a few weeks, but your mom and Wanda were extremely happy together and you’d started calling Wanda ‘mom’ which made her face light up and Natasha look at you fondly. Kate came over regularly, spending evenings in your room while you studied and prepared for college. You’d decided to major in psychology with a minor in business and you were excited to start classes in the autumn.

“What’s on your mind, my love?” Kate said, pulling you in close as a slow song started playing.

“Just my family,” you said, looking over at Wanda and Natasha, “and my beautiful girlfriend,” you added, looking into Kate’s eyes and making her blush.

She kissed you softly, holding you close. “Hey, y/n. I love you.”

Your face lit up with a smile. It was the first time she’d said those words to you. “I love you too, Katie.”

[muxshwriting]

the winner takes it all

Nico Rosberg x Hamilton!reader

summary: after 2016, nico cut you and your brother off. you reach out to him, wanting him to know you would always be his || warnings: slight angst, abandonment, threats || word count: 1328 || masterlist

It had been a hectic year, dating your brother's teammate who he was currently rivals with. The boys you'd grown up with had changed and evolved and grown ever more distant from each other. You'd spent most of the season juggling your emotions, trying not to celebrate too much when either of them one so the other didn't feel upset.

But as Nico crossed the line as World Champion, you couldn't hide your elation. The moment he was out of the car, he was jumping into the arms of his team. A part of your heart aches for Lewis, your brother, knowing how hard he had worked for this Championship, only to lose at the last second. But the pure joy that flowed through you dictated your actions as you threw yourself at Nico as he cheered. He pulled off his helmet, holding your head in his hands and pulling you in for a kiss.

"You won!" You're shouting over the crowd but Nico is nodding and grinning like a kid all over again.

"I won!"

Behind him, Lewis was watching his own sister congratulate the man who had just ruined his life instead of comforting her brother. How can Nico be so smug about taking everything Lewis had dreamed of? He was so nonchalant throughout interviews, as if he knew this was always meant to happen. But Lewis couldn't stop himself feeling bitter.

Nico could have the championship, Lewis could earn himself another. But Nico would not take everything from him, he would not take his sister. He watched his team celebrate from the sidelines, watched as his sister kissed and danced with the man she loved, the man he now hated. Tonight would be the last night he would come anywhere near his sister.

Whatever your brother did, you certainly noticed its affects even if you didn't know the reasoning behind them. Nico did not speak to again after the night he won the championship. Or any day after that.

In the beginning, you just assumed he was busy with interviews and stories, too busy to text you back or find the time to come and see you. But as time went on and he declined all your calls, it became obvious this wasn't a time issue. This was something else.

No matter where you went in Monaco, you could not find him. He didn't frequent the places you had shared, stayed away from your work and ignored anything you tried to reach out with.

"I don't understand Lew, he's not the kind of person that would do this, I don't know what happened." You're sitting in your brother's apartment, binging episodes of a random reality show and trying to figure it out.

"Maybe he thought he was too good now he's won the championship." Lewis felt bad for his sister, yes. But he was also glad Nico had realised what was good for him.

You wipe away tears. "We always talked about life after the championship was over, whether he won or you did. We were gonna move in together, take some time for ourselves, figure out if this was forever..."

"He mustn't think it was forever then."

"Then he should've told me that to my face, not completely blank me."

Two weeks later, by sheer coincidence you're sitting in the cafe you and Nico had often visited and he walked through the doors. He didn't notice you at first, ordering a takeaway and waiting by the counter. Quietly, you pack your bag and stand by the door, trying to catch him on his way out.

"Nico!"

He said nothing, his eyes widening as he recognised you. Nodding politely, he tried to push past you, not meeting your eyes.

"Nico?"

He finally met your gaze, swallowing the lump in his throat. "It's good to see you Y/N. I -"

"You’re gonna stay the fuck away from my sister, alright? I don’t want you to talk to her ever again."

"Lewis-"

"No! You won't talk to either of us again. You're nothing. You don't deserve her, and the sooner you realise that, the better off she is. She knows she's better off without you."

"Can we talk?" You ask.

Nico shakes his head. "There's nothing to talk about." He walks out the door but you follow.

"We need to talk about it Nico." You implore him. "Nico?"

"There's nothing to say."

"There's plenty to say Nico. Listen to me, please! I loved you, I still love you." You say. "Even after everything that happened, I never stopped. Why did you stop letting me see you?"

"Lewis told me to stay away. And you're better without me-"

"What?"

Nico turned to face you. "Lewis? He told me that you would be better without me, that you said that."

You're face is plastered with confusion. "Lewis told you not to talk to me? But- I never said that. Why does Lewis think he can control who I love?" As you were speaking, the anger grew. "Why did you listen to him?"

"Because he's right. You deserve more than me."

"Don't say that!" You quickly reply. "I don't care what my brother thinks, you are the world champion. You deserve everything, especially me! He can have any model he wants, all the races, all the wins, all the championships but I want you. I want to have you and I want to be happy with you."

Nico’s expression sours. “We’re not doing this here, not now.”

"I want you!" You yell after him, not caring who else heard. "Only you."

"Your brother-"

"Stop talking about my brother!" You beg him. "Please, I love you Nico."

He sighs, running a hand down his face. "Alright," he gestures you to follow him, "We need to talk somewhere more private."

Silently agreeing, you grabbed his hand and led him through the winding streets of Monaco until you reached his apartment building. He hadn't moved yet and as he unlocked the door, you let yourself admire the man you would always love. Nothing inside the apartment had changed except the pictures hanging on the wall.

Nico had a wall of pictures that you had helped him create. They were moments from his karting career, his life and his relationship with you. There was a new picture in pride of place at the very top of the wall, the place he put his favourite. It was a picture of the day he won his championship, a picture of you and him in a lovers embrace, confetti falling around you and sweat dripping from his hair. It was the perfect picture that captured everything you and him were.

"That's new." You point to the picture and look at Nico hopeful.

"Yeah." He smiles. "The team photographer sent me the original and I couldn't think of a better place to put it."

You took the chance and stepped closer to Nico, almost pressing your body against his. You felt the sharp intake of breath from him as he tucked a loose hair behind your ear.

"Are you sure?"

You're nodding before he's even finished. "We're gonna move in together, and take some time for us. And I know it's going to work because this is what I want in forever. I want you to my forever."

"Will you marry me?" He whispered the question like he didn't quite believe what he was saying.

"Yes." You immediately answer before Nico can backtrack. "Yes. Please."

Nico stepped back and shook his head slightly. "Wait- Y/N, just wait. I don't know why I said that."

"Are you trying to take it back?"

"No!" He hurriedly corrects. "I think we need to go slow. I haven't talked to you in three weeks."

"Three weeks don't matter, we know each other, we know that this works. Why do we have to wait?"

Nico couldn't hide his smile as he dipped his head to press his lips against yours.

"Why wait indeed..."

[sluttyminghao]

congratulations on 8k to one of my favorite writers here! i hope you are taking good care of yourself and eating/resting well <3

if i could request something for the 8k sleepover, and if you've done this before please forgive me for not already seeing, can you do hhu's response to you asking them to fuck you/make love to you after a really shitty day? been having a lot of those lately :(

seungcheol: he would immediately pull you in for a big hug, kiss the top of your head and ask what you would prefer, and just goes along with it. he's basically following your lead and your body cues, and even if he doesn't cum he doesn't care because he just wants you to feel alright

wonwoo: he just smiles and picks you up bridal style, puts you on whatever surface is closest and makes you cum again and again, makes you completely forget about your shitty day, and would then proceed to do the Most with his aftercare, even going as far as to order takeaway for you both

mingyu: he tries to hide his grin when you ask him to fuck you, but it doesn't stop it from appearing when you get rid of your clothes. this man would fuck you absolutely senseless, to the point where you probably forget your own name at some point, but that's what you love about mingyu

vernon: ngl he's probably a little sceptical at first, thinks maybe you should talk it out or do something to take your mind off it, but when you start begging he knows its game over and makes love to you like its the first time he's ever done it, holds you close until you cum simultaneously

[wileys-russo]

"Let's never speak of this again!" with mearps in the zoo?

mary earps

"oh and look they have two kinds of elephants!" you gasped shoving your phone in your girlfriends face who hummed with an amused smile, knowing there wasn't a point in her saying anything anyway since you were so caught up in your excitment.

"you're such a nerd man, they're just animals!" ella turned around with a laugh from the seat in front as you shot her a filthy look, alessia tugging her back down as you huffed.

"ignore her love. what else do we need to see?" mary squeezed your knee to gain your attention back, your head falling to her shoulder as you flipped from the zoo website to your notes app running her through your ideal itinerary.

"you realise we have like the whole day yeah? we don't have to rush, i'm sure loads of people can see it all in a few hours." mary smiled as you stressed how you didn't want to miss out on anything, the goalkeeper kissing your cheek affectionately.

"look, babies!" you perked up as esme dangled over the back of your seat showing you a live feed of the new lion cubs as you gasped and the two of you fell into conversation, the blonde probably the only person as excited as you were for today.

"alright alright jesus you're gonna yank my hand off woman!" mary groaned as the bus parked up and the girls made their way off, your hand firmly gripping onto marys as you dragged her toward the entrance much to the amusement of everyone else.

"yeah we need those hands thanks, safest hands in england!" rachel yelled after the two of you with a grin. "okay baby. where to first?" mary chuckled once the pair of you were inside, a map tucked into her back pocket.

you'd claimed you'd stared at it on your phone long enough to know the zoo like the back of your hand but mary knew you too well and wanted to be as prepared as possible.

the first couple of hours you spent dragging your girlfriend from animal to animal, rattling off fact after fact much to her amusement and the rest of the girls annoyance and it didn't take long until it was just the two of you.

"see? my plan worked." you sang out with a grin as you and mary stood alone watching the otters, the goalkeeper sending you a funny look. "i knew if i waffled on about the animals enough everyone would leave us alone, much more romantic." you beamed, mary letting out a laugh of surprise.

"oh you're evil, i love you so much." the girl tugged you into a kiss, both of you pulling away with a smile as mary interlocked your fingers and the two of you strode off toward the next animal.

marys grin grew as you both waved at a small group of your united teammates, the girls waving back but making no move to join you much to her pleasure. "see? like our own private zoo date." you winked, the taller girl kissing your cheek.

"did i already tell you i love you?"

though your facts may have driven everyone else up the wall mary genuinely enjoyed learning more about each animal and seeing the way your eyes lit up when she'd asked a question.

your childhood dream had always been to work with animals but once you did a back gate keeper for the day tour of london zoo and realised the job was ninety percent cleaning up after them you were grateful to have chosen football instead.

arriving to the aquatic section was when the dynamic flipped, mary now the one to rattle off fact after fact about the different types of penguins and seals, her interests in whales meaning she'd watched an endless amount of oceanic documentaries.

in fact much to your friends endless teasings that was how most of your date nights when you'd choose to stay in would go, the pair of you happily curled up together on the sofa eating a takeaway and watching some sort of animal documentary.

marys david attenborough impression was even getting better by the day.

pausing your travels to eat lunch with the team you both settled back in with the group, your animal facts banned from the table as you rolled your eyes but indulged their wishes. instead you took ella and maya up on a game of finger football, taking turns to kick a small ball of rubbish through goals made with one anothers hands.

taking an easy victory and leaving behind a fuming tooney for alessia and katie to deal with you and mary eagerly left the group behind again, making a beeline for the africa section.

elephants were your favorite animal and mary knew this, watching on with disgustingly lovesick eyes as the two of you spent well over a half an hour watching them.

next up was the tigers and with the zoo closed to the public for the day and most of the girls having started at this section it once again left just you and mary alone together, the taller girl hugging you tightly from behind as your intertwined hands sat against your stomach.

the two of you watched as two of them began to playfight, mary making quick work of commentating in her infamous attenborough impression, heart swelling at the sound of your laugh.

only it took a split second for the two of you to realise they weren't play fighting, yet you were both seemingly unable to drag your eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of you, wide eyed with both terror and curiosity.

once they'd finished there was a tense silence between the two of you, mary letting go as you spun around to face her. "did we just watch two tigers have sex?" you questioned bluntly as the goalkeeper nodded.

"yep, like a couple of perverts." mary confirmed, another silence falling as you both opened your mouths and spoke again at the same time before hurrying away.

"lets never speak of this again!"